In the Middle of the Night
Prologue: Falling
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Lifting that keyblade seemed to be the most right thing he had ever done in his life, the thing in which he had no doubts, no uncertainty and no regrets. The handle was cold, a contrast to his own keyblade, but he welcomed the numbing feeling on his hand. The battle had been intense, and the lack of feeling that spread up his arm and though his body was gladly embraced. Kairi...
He examined the black keyblade, feeling only its pulse. The blade, though heavy, felt light in his hands. He nodded to himself, seeing Kairi's smile in his mind, knew he would be able to do this. Maybe in death I can rest...
He wondered, for just a moment, what the world would be like without him. Would Kairi's smile be just as bright? Would Riku regain his heart? Would his friends find their king? Would the worlds be saved? But all those thoughts paled in comparison to what he needed to do. This was his destiny. His ending. Funny, when I was little I always wanted a happy ending.... He turned toward his friends, and gave them a sad, tired, but reassuring grin. This is it Sora. There is no turning back.... but I'm happy, ending it like this. Without another thought, he positioned the dark black to his heart. Kairi, I love you more then anything, and I'm sorry.
He closed his eyes. The blade pierced his skin, and for a mere moment he felt the pain of every shadow that had ever ripped at his skin. But the pain dulled, and all feeling almost completely disappeared. The last bit of warmth left him when the core of his heart left him, and floated to where it belonged.
And he was aware of nothing at that moment.
...Not of his friends startled expressions.
...Not of her precious eyes opening.
...Not of her running after him.
...Not of his name being shouted.
...Not of his body breaking into small bits of light, and slowly fading
...Not even of them calling him back.
What's happening to me?
Falling....
...Falling...
...Into Darkness...
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He floated in the darkness, struggling to stop the depths of black from completely smashing him. He wasn't ready... to give it all up. He refused to become one of the very things that destroyed his life. It wasn't fair! He didn't want to hurt anyone! Kairi... He floated, forgetting the darkness's grip as he thought of Kairi
I never got to tell you that I love you, Kairi.
I can remember the first day I saw you. I watched you wash up on the shore. Running over, I felt your slowing heart beating. "Riku! Riku! There's a girl on our island! And she's not breathing much!!" Was that really my voice? I was so young back then. As I held the hand of the young crimson-haired goddess, I felt a new emotion. I feel in love at only 5-years-old.
But as he savored the sweet memory, a chill passed though him. What happened after that? What had he just been remembering?
The darkness never answered his silent questions. It never mocked him, but it never comforted him either. It wasn't fair, that memory had been precious, and the emptiness surrounding had stolen it, like a fire to an old photograph. It was something that couldn't be replaced, though one may try. He was giving up the struggle now. Riku would tell me to keep me to keep fighting, just like that day so long ago.
The fever had been playing with my mind. I was cold and yet sweating. The doctor was talking to my mother, but yet I couldn't understand any word that came from his mouth. It wasn't that he was speaking another language; it was just that I couldn't focus. Kairi was holding my hand, but I could barely feel it. Another chill went through me. I didn't hear the door open, or the hurried footsteps, or the older boy's words. I wanted to sleep. I wanted it all to stop. Why wouldn't the pain go away? I would let the fever take me, and maybe then I'd get some rest... But something woke me from my daze. A throbbing pain. I lifted my hand to my cheek, and stared at Riku's angered expression. "C'mon Sora! You're such a baby! If you don't shape up and fight this damned fever, I'll kill you before the fever even has a chance. So fight it!" He shouted at me, and I was scared of the nine-year-old boy for the first time in my life. He got in a lot of trouble afterwards, but what he did saved me. I recovered a week later, but Riku was grounded for--
No! How long was he grounded? Why was he grounded? No! Don't take them away!
His mind was racing, but he couldn't remember anything that had happened to him at all now. All he could remember were the faces of his friends, but their faces were slowly fading as if all they had been were dreams.
Kairi... He could hear her soft laughter, but it was a distant, almost inaudible sound. He could barely remember the color of her eyes. There was something special about that girl, but his heart was numb, and the echo of her laughter faded. All he had left of her was a hole in his empty heart. Riku then grazed his mind, but all he could even remember of his exfriend was a menacing smile, and a black keyblade attempting to destroy him. But even these images faded into nothing. And now, all he could remember was himself and the darkness.
I'm Sora, the keybearer.
No.... Not the true keybearer.... I'm nothing more then a delivery boy. I'm not even that anymore. I'm nothing now. Nothing.
The darkness was intense. It spinned around him, covering him. He's lost it all, and didn't even remember losing it anymore.
I was never anything. I'm nothing but an extension of darkness. That's all...
Sora had completely lost himself. The Darkness no longer pushed on him. He was the darkness. The Darkness was him. He had nothing. No mind, no body, nothing but darkness in his lost heart. And though the shadow of Sora --the cheerful boy who had been thrown into a journey never meant for him-- had nothing, he had made marks on many hearts, and this was a fact that the darkness couldn't erase.
And so he would wait. Wait for what? He didn't know. He could always wait. He could only wait. And he had an eternity to wait.
A/N:
Do you like it? If you do, please for the love of god review! I may or may not continue this, but I won't unless I know that someone will be reading. In case you're wondering, in this fic, Kairi didn't save Sora. There is a reason, too! coughI'llhavetofigureoutthatreasonlatercough…